24. Daphne
Daphne
I don’t know how we got to my room. I just know that I’m turned on more than I’ve ever been in my life.
The feel of being in Eli’s arms is more than anything I’ve known—more than anything I’ve ever imagined.
I feel as if finally, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
He is where I belong. Eli is what my heart has been searching for, even without me knowing it.
I’ve never felt this whole and complete.
It probably sounds ridiculous, pretty words tied up with a bow that has no substance, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
This man is my future, I know that as much as I know I’m Cammie’s mother and my purpose is to make sure she’s safe, happy and loved.
As he lays me on the bed, I reach up to him, not wanting to be away from him for a second.
He takes my hand and kisses it, his gaze never leaving mine.
Seconds tick by but they could be hours or even days.
Time kind of stand stills for me as I look at this magnificent man who has changed my life.
He picked up the broken pieces in me and held me back together until I was strong enough to heal.
It doesn’t matter how quickly it happened, or how intense it is.
We’re not going to burn out. What I feel in my heart for him is too deep, too encompassing.
We stare at one another for a moment longer, then his graveled whisper hits me like a blast of heat, stretching across my body and fueling my hunger in ways nothing else could. “Take your clothes off, baby. I want to see my woman.”
My breathing gasps turn even more ragged.
He could help me undress. His words are more about me giving this to him—giving my body to him.
It’s my submission he wants. Maybe he wants to see that I’m positive about the two of us.
I’m not sure, but I know that whatever he needs, I want to give it to him.
I feel safe with Eli. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt since the extremely early days with Dane and even then, it wasn’t this intense. The thought makes me smile.
I sit up in my quiet bedroom. The only light is a small bedside table that is muted and turned to the lowest setting.
I only keep it on to make sure I don’t trip over something as I go to bed.
I’ve always been more comfortable in the dark—especially during sex.
Looking up at Eli, I have the urge to turn every light in the room on—as bright as they can go.
There’s no time for all of that right now and I hate it.
I force myself to concentrate on the here and now.
This is just mine and Eli’s beginning. There will be more.
My smile deepens as I look up at this beautiful man.
Slowly I stand in the small space between him and the bed.
My eyes never leave his as I begin lifting my shirt over my head.
I let it fall on the floor, loving the way his gaze seems to intensify.
He holds his body rigid as if he’s dying to reach out and touch me.
Even in the surety of this moment, I’m nervous.
Only one man has ever seen me completely nude.
A man who wasn’t careful with my feelings, who toward the end treated me more like an acquisition than a person who loved him.
I’m afraid that Eli may look at the extra weight I carry that I can never seem to get rid of, the stretch marks from carrying Cammie, the small imperfections that have gathered with time—all of it—and find I’m not the woman he’s built in his mind.
Yet, in his gaze I find nothing but … love.
He’s not said that particular word to me yet, but it doesn’t bother me.
Dane said the word all the time and it was cold.
With Eli, I feel it from him. The difference is both stark and reassuring.
I keep my gaze locked on him as I unbutton my jeans.
The sound of the zipper sliding down seems unusually loud as it echoes in my ears.
Eli’s presence still grounds me, though.
I slide my pants over my thighs, as Eli bend down on one knee and takes over.
I put my hand on his shoulder as he lifts one leg, taking the pants off.
Then, he does the same with the other. Once that is done, neither of us move.
My breath hitches in my throat when his warm, rough fingers hitch on each side of the flimsy lace fabric, and he slides them down my legs.
I send up a silent prayer of thanks that I wore sexy underwear and not my usual white, cotton utilitarian ones.
I make a note, to get rid of all the white ones and to go shopping for sexier ones while I’m at it.
My attention comes crashing back to Eli when I feel his warm breath stir against my center.
His lips press a gentle—almost reverent—kiss, before lifting his gaze back to me.
The desire I see written across his features make my knees grow weak.
He gently presses me back on the bed. When that’s done, he positions himself in front of me down on his knees.
“My beautiful Daphne,” he murmurs, as his hands move over my legs and thighs.
He leans over. I meet him and our lips touch.
I open to him automatically. He deepens the kiss as I lay back completely on the bed.
His body has moved between my legs as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
His mouth moves down the curve of my throat as his teeth tease the skin with gentle nibbles that increases my need for him.
I moan, the sound hungry and more animal like than my own voice.
His lips travel further down, and I cry out when he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Eli,” I groan, biting into my lip to keep from screaming out a demand for more.
His fingers, separate the lips of my pussy pressing in.
My hips rise to meet his touch, as his teeth bite gently against my nipple.
My fingers find their way to his hair as I use any strength I have to hold him to my breast—never wanting him to leave.
“Fuck, I wish we had more time, baby. I want to take my time with you and show you how much you mean to me.”
“Then, stay with me,” I practically beg.
“Soon. Right now, there’s no time. As much as that kills me, I have to hurry. That means you need to be a good girl for me and play with these beautiful tits. Show me how you like them touched. Can you do that for me, Daphne?”
The way he says my name is so tender that it almost makes tears come to my eyes. “Yes.”
“That’s my baby. I’m going to enjoy seeing all the ways you’ll give into me.
I’ll make sure you love every minute of it,” he promises.
I know I will. There’s not even a question in my mind.
He kisses his way down my stomach, as I begin tugging on my nipples.
I’ve never been this turned on just from foreplay before in my life.
I can feel how ridiculously wet I am. I haven’t had sex in a long time.
Even before that it was far from satisfying because Dane and I were steadily growing apart—I may not have realized it then, but I definitely do now.
Still, even with how long it has been, I shouldn’t be this wet.
I can feel it coating the inside of my thighs, as his fingers push into me.
I hear the wet, slick sound, and I moan.
“So ready,” he groans as if it’s physically painful for him.
“I can’t wait to bury myself so deep inside of you that you can taste me.
I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby, fill you completely full of my cum that it will drip out of you for days. ”
“Yes,” I pant, wanting it now—not wanting to wait.
“I need you, Eli.” He doesn’t answer. Instead, his fingers begin tunneling in and out of me while his tongue flattens and slides against my throbbing clit.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper. He groans in response.
His fingers stretch me as his tongue and mouth lap up my juices, while torturing my clit.
At one point, I’m sure his face grinds into my aching pussy.
I thrust up, trying to grind against him and take what I want.
The strokes of his fingers become more forceful, faster.
I feel his other hand grab my hip, lifting me deeper into his mouth.
I tighten my grip on his hair, tugging with an intensity that would shock me if I could grasp a thought that would make sense right now.
Nothing does. There’s only the pleasure of him working my body.
The heat spreads from my core and down my spine.
“I’m going to cum,” I whine, wanting it and regretting it at the same time.
“Don’t … want … it … to end,” I gasp out brokenly, knowing that when I detonate it will ruin me and leave me hungry for more.
Knowing he will have to leave, makes that the last thing I want.
“I know baby. I know. Right now, I need you to be a good girl and come for me,” he rumbles against my aching center, his fingers still working me. “Come all over my face.”
That one lone order as he goes back to my clit sucking on it, his teeth nipping while his face pushing against my core breaks the last thread of resistance I have.
I cry out his name with the force of my orgasm.
It thunders through me with the force of a hurricane.
My entire body feels as if it explodes. Pleasure like I’ve never known crashes over me—wave, after wave, after wave.
Through it all, I feel his tongue lapping at my juices, his hand gliding down my hips, and his voice here and there, praising me.
I begin to lose touch with reality. There’s only his touch and voice grounding me, beckoning me to not let go.
I try, but the pleasure is just too much, the exhaustion from my climax presses down on me like a weighted blanket, leaving me feeling safe and secure … loved.
“I love you,” I whisper as darkness tries to close in around me.
“I love you, Daphne,” I think I hear. I want to try and pull myself awake, but it’s impossible.
I think I feel my body being lifted and something soft that smells so much like Eli wrap around me.
I smile. There’s a warmth against my pussy and I frown.
Thinking it’s strange. It feels like a washcloth against my thighs, but that can’t be right.
I’m in bed not in the shower. I try to grasp solid thoughts, but Eli’s lips press against my forehead. “Sleep, baby. I’m going to lock up.”
“Hurry back,” I murmur, giving into the darkness with a smile on my face. “I love you,” I say again, and this time the words blast away any bit of fear that I had left inside me.
I’m safe with Eli. I always will be.